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DEATH RACE 20X6 (Hiroyo, Rinji)
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Post by theogrelords on Apr 29, 2017 5:05:42 GMT
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemon, to the hottest sporting event in the Digital World. That's right, I know you've been waiting for a while, so give it up for Death Race 20X6!" The HustleNanimon on the jumbotron excitedly pumped a fist into the air, his microphone held high. As he did so smoke and fire erupted all around him, the sudden light causing his shades and trophy to start reflecting brightly. The sound effects of fireworks played in the background, but it was clear there weren't actually going to be any. HustleNanimon may have wanted to put on a good show, but he didn't want to blow the domed roof off of the Hardware Den. "I'm your Master of Calamities, HustleNanimon, here with 10-time Death Race 20X6 champion Tobucatmon."
"Tonight's gonna be nothing but speed, so hold onto your butts!" the cat cheered, immediately rushing in front of HustleNanimon to mug for the camera. His big, bright eyes and ear-to-ear grid practically filled the screen.
HustleNanimon had to drag him away from the camera before the excitable cat ended up knocking their film setup down down. "Whoa, whoa, settle down there, champ," he said, letting out a boisterous laugh. "There's plenty of time to get excited when we introduce our racers! Let's see who's on tonight's show, folks. HustleNanimon made a sweeping motion with his arm, a bright grin on his face. It was only after a minute passed that he realized the screen was still focused on him right now. "Guys, guys, cut to camera 2!" he hissed. A few MetalKoromon started scrambling beneath the camera, clearly putting in a lot of effort to try and move it away from HustleNanimon. One must have accidentally knocked the tripod over, because with a clattering sound everything gave way to static.
By the time the picture was reasserted, the camera was focused on what seemed to be a Trailmon. It was hard to call it that anymore, however, considering all of the modifications that had been made to it. Its original cherry red hull had faded to a pale pink, with massive metal patches haphazardly bolted onto holes. A maw of jagged fangs was attached to the Trailmon's bottom jaw, an unstable-looking engine was grafted onto its back, and many of its wheels were replaced with tank treads. Most notable, however, were the broadside cannons attached to its sides and fronts; there was a gun for each window, and Trailmon had a lot of windows. "First up is our reigning champ, The Train! He may've had a lot of bumps in the road in his racing career, but now there's nothing stopping him from tearing up the track!"
From there, the picture flashed to the other participants in the race. A Tentomon in a flying machine, Sire Tentington, combed his mustache as he overlooked the racetrack. A Witchmon, Road Hag, showed off her flame-patterned broomstick with a wicked grin on her face. A group of Swimmon clustered within a Submarimon, The School, eagerly swum around and spat bubbles in the camera's direction. An Impmon, Behemoth Jr., stood by his motorized tricycle, angrily shaking a fist at the camera as HustleNanimon called him "Mr. Scooty." An Omekamon, Quixote, held a marker labelled 'Excalibur' high while laughing. A Mojiyamon and JMojiyamon, The Brothers Club, stood within a frame of wood and stones, holding it up and running in place to worm up. A dumpster with rusty wheels glued on it popped open to reveal a Garbagemon, the words D.U.M.P. Truck spraypainted on its side. There was even a Rhinomon, who seemed too busy chewing at the nearby grass to acknowledge the cameras pointed at him. "We don't even know where this one came from, folks," HustleNanimon explained. "He just showed up some day. Still haven't got him to leave."
Finally there was a Clockmon doing some warm-up routines. At least, the mechanical clock part of the Digimon was. The executioner at top stood eerily still, looking blankly into the camera. "And this here's Mr. Inevitable," HustleNanimon introduced. "He's new to Death Race 20X6, but he's got a long list of broken records backing him up. The Desert Derb, the Tundra Tussle, the Jumble in the Jungle, they've all been swept up by him this year. Seems like he's gunning to take The Train's title and put that final feather in a well-ornamented cap."
"Cheater!" Tobucatmon blurted. "Nobody runs that fast! Nuh uh!"
"We just don't have any proof," HustleNanimon said. "Lets be fair. Clockmon can screw around with time, so we're pretty sure he's cheating. But until we get some proof on good old fashioned video, the record stands."
Tobucatmon let out a hiss of displeasure, but the show had to go on. The camera feed snapped back to HustleNanimon, who was currently twirling his microphone aimlessly. Upon realizing he was on air, he snapped to attention and started focusing anew. "And now, for the first time in years, we've got two wild card racers joining us," he said, the camera feed cutting to the scene of a "grizzly" accident. A bicycle was lightly tipped over and a skate was stuck embedded in mud, leaving a Petaldramon and a Rinkmon looking very displeased. "Pedaldramon and The King of the Rink can't join us today on account of their rides being messed up, so we put out a call for replacements. Lets go live on the scene for an interview with them now!
. . . And, cut!" The camera feed cut, HustleNanimon letting out a sigh of relief. With that promo package set up, it was time to look for the two new racers that Tobucatmon had scouted out. What would they be up to today?
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Post by Hiroyo Oda on Apr 30, 2017 23:59:57 GMT
Today wasn t turning out how Hiroyo had envisioned it. She had been expecting to be seated up in the stands right now for one thing, not waiting to possibly be interviewed by the announcers!
It was Roger who had thrown things off track of course. Because he was Roger and two racers were MIA and it would be fun and a new experience. Hiroyo was starting to learn that seemed to be his default reasoning for doing anything. It tended to throw plans into disarray.
Like today!
The original plan had been simple and something that not even a certain bodyguard could complain about. After all, sitting in the stands should be the safest place during a race! They had arrived with plenty of time to get snacks and purchase tickets. At least, that was what they were going to do before Roger learned there was an opening in the lineup and took off for an entirely different kiosk.
Hiroyo sighed noisily and reached up to readjust the black antenna headband she wore. So much for a relaxing day doing nothing that could get her in trouble! Her eyes were more amused than annoyed despite all her twitching and signs of exasperation. She wouldn’t call her time in the Digital World fun since meeting the twins, but it certainly had been busy! Speaking of…
“Hey, how are you two doing back there? It sounds like they’re about to go around and do a report on the newcomers, you realize that means us right?” She called. There was a series of bangs and more scuffling then a sudden silence. A certain excitable insect stuck his currently green head out and hissed.
“Well, keep them busy when they show up then, Uselss-Bee! We’re not ready yet! It still needs an engine at the very least!” The little tendril on his head writhed violently and the Minomon quickly disappeared back under the tent flap. Hiroyo huffed and crossed her arms.
“An engine? Are you serious? And what's with that rude tone-” Abruptly the sound of an electric drill started up from underneath the sheet and Hiroyo’s jaw dropped. Where had they gotten power tools from? And how could they possibly use them when they were both in in-training form?! And didn't the vehicle originally come with an engine? Just what were they doing in there?
She groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose. She really hoped the other fill-in racer was interviewed first!
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Post by Rinji on May 1, 2017 17:41:47 GMT
Watching a race was one thing, but participating was another. And yet here he was, panicking and running back and forth between tents - asking if anyone had a spare car. When he did go into the tents to ask, the occupants would look at him wrly, think he was joking and tell him to stop kidding about.
Of course, he had no idea why they kept giving him those looks, even when he told them he sincerely had nothing to drive. Or any way to drive.
What in the Digital World was that cat digimon thinking when he asked him to participate, and without even giving him a vehicle? He knew he should've just said no, but he had to be polite, didn't he? Now he was in deep -
"Yo, you need a ride, right?" Yelled a gun-metal grey digimon from the crowd. A Kokuwamon, he recognised. "Follow me, fam!"
Well, he hadn't even said yes, but she seemed to know where she was going. He followed her small, stocky frame through the crowds, and into the outskirts of the stands. Behind one of the stands, was a rather indiscreetly hidden 'Range Rover'? It's name was written in human text, but just large enough for him to read.
"Yea, I know it's like, covered in dust and all, but it should do. I'll let ya have it, but one condition: I take shotgun." Well, this was an unexpected surprise, but exactly what he'd been asking for.
"Thanks, uh, where did it come from?" It was a strange design, and didn't look like she could've built it. The Kokuwamon in question shifted a little nervously.
"Um, never mind that sweet, the race is 'bout to start soon! Let's get her fired up," she shooed him into the front seat. He was expected to drive. Tentatively, he turned the keys in the ignition with one of his legs, and the engine purred to life. He looked at her nervously. Alright, so all he had to do was push on some of the pedals. He was certainly long enough to reach down. Maybe that had been why the Kokuwamon wanted him to drive - that and he was supposed to be the fill-in racer, and not her.
"Uh, can we please get to the start line now? I think I'll fry a circuit if I have ta wait any longer! Ya'll slow for a Scolo." Right, he had to drive it there. He pushed down on one of the pedals, hoping it was the right one, and the vehicle lurched forward. "You... dunno how to drive, do ya? C'mon, you should know! Pedals take ya forward and brake, and wheels steer. Oh damn, this is why ya needed a ride, wasn't it?" She groaned. Well... great to know she already regretted her choice in him, ha...
"Oh, nevermind! I'm sure ya'll get the hang of it! It should be instinctual for you!" What was she talking about?
Once again, he pressed down on the pedal that had jerked them forwards, but held it down. Then, awkwardly using his whole body and his legs, he steered using the wheel. Well, they were going forward in the right direction at least.
Although Kokuwamon looked like she wasn't too happy with his speed. Or lack of.
Eventually though, the pair rolled up to the start line. Kokuwamon also winded down the windows, and nonchalantly rested her arm on the grey painted metal, smiling to the crowd. She seemed to love the attention, and Rinji was just glad that she was the one soaking it up instead of him.
Although, as he was the main participant, he'd have to be the one to speak to the interviewer. Of whom had spotted the duo and was now coming over to greet them.
What was he supposed to say, again?
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Post by theogrelords on May 4, 2017 5:50:31 GMT
HustleNanimon beamed as he noticed Rinji's car driving up to the starting line. "Looks like our first newcomer can't wait to get started!" he said, looking at the lack of any other racers currently gathered around the start. Well, except for A Rhino, but that's because he never actually left the starting line in the first place. The big, gold plated beast simply snorted at the new arrival before continuing to chew the grass.
That said, if Rinji was here, that meant the other newcomer was still in the pit. That was going to make interviewing them both at once a bit harder. "Tobu, you look for the other bugs and give them their interview, okay? I'll get this interview warmed up first," he said, trying to keep his instructions clear as possible. Tobucatmon could get a bit excitable, so clarity mattered a lot.
"Okay!" the cat chirped, charging past HustleNanimon quickly enough to leave him spinning. Next stop: the pit stop!
While Tobucatmon ran off, HustleNanimon sauntered up to Rinji. "Welcome to Death Race 20X6!" he shouted, cringing at the feedback from his microphone. He gave it a few hasty smacks to try and get it back into working order before holding it out to Rinji. "The crowd loves hearing about newcomers like you, so why don't you tell us all about yourself? Name, why you're here, and what this bad boy can do sound like a good few places to start.
Just remember. We've all got our eyes on you, kid!" No pressure, surely.
Tobucatmon's entrance was far less regal. He practically soared over Hiroyo's car, tumbling to the ground gracelessly before sliding to a stop at her feet. Despite this rough landing, however, he had plenty of enthusiasm. Immediately he sprung to his feet, letting out an excited "Hi there!"
His tail unfurled to reveal a microphone, which he awkwardly balanced to try and hold towards Hiroyo. "Whatcha doing here?" he asked, eagerly looking toward the live television feeds to try and see her response. "And how're you gonna win the big race today?"
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Post by Hiroyo Oda on May 5, 2017 2:45:19 GMT
The rather flashy approach of Tobucatmon was impossible for anyone to miss. Even a distracted Hiroyo couldn't miss it! "Hey there yourself, you can call me Wanda Bee!" She said, giving her best smile. It wouldn't do to show the audience her grumpiness after all! As it was she had to be a bit worried about
"Aah, it's really exciting to be here today! Our vehicle is currently under going a few last second tweaks!" She had to talk loudly over the power tools behind her but she could keep her cheerful tone intact. She put a hand on her hip and folded down all but her index and thumb on her other hand and shook it in the air. "You can't seriously expect me to tell you all of our strategies can you? We might be newcomers but that just means we've gotta keep things under wraps even more! I will say that we hope to create quite the buzz of excitement on the field!" She winked conspiratorially as if letting Tobucatmon in on a secret.
The secret was that she was picking up Roger's terrible punning habit.
The sound of power tools stopped and Hiroyo pointed her thumb over her shoulder. "It sounds like the boys are done! You might want to move to the side, we'll be heading to the finish line with haste!" She hurried over to the corner of the tent and lifted the heavy canvas so she could slip underneath. She drew up short at the sight of the 'car'. "..that looks like a row boat on roller skates. Why does it have a bike seat and that weird beehive on the back?"
"Don't worry about it Wannabee! We're going to digivolve for this!"
"Hey, give me a little more warning than that. A-and is that why you suggested 'Wanda Bee'?! I should've known it was a pun!" Hiroyo whined as she staggered forward to lean against the edge of the boat as a wave of fatigue hit. It really didn't feel like being the twins' battery pack would ever be easier. She felt pain curdle as a ball in her chest and her hip as the digivice funneled power from her to the twins. Her teeth ground against each other as she bit back the urge to vocalize her pain, no sense alerting the world that something was amiss!
Still, if it was this painful from in-training to rookie, what would champion be like? She really hoped they ahd figured out whatever caused the issue by then.
Twin balls of light enveloped the digimon, light so bright it forced her to squint. She might dislike the pain and fatigue that accompanied it, but she could never look away entirely. Watching the forms turn indistinct then shift into something different.
"Alright! With this body I can do some damage!" Roger declared, wiggling his antenna as he scampered up the yellow and black hull of the vehicle to his spot on a a circular metal dais right behind the bicycle frame that seemed to have been stuck to the wood across what would normally be the open part of a rowboat. "Hurry up and get on!"
"Hey, you're not seriously expecting me to peddle this are you? There's no way I could last the entire race like that! Especially with this issue!" The pain had faded away but Hiroyo could already feel the fatigue settling in as she scrambled her way around the weird beehive structure on the back and onto the bicycle seat, she was really glad she hadn't worn a skirt today! Still, there was no way she'd be able to keep up any kind of decent pace for an entire race. She turned her head to the Fanbeemon who was flexing his wings on the ground. "Morgan, can you get the tent since I''m already up here please?"
"Mmm, it does make the most sense for me to get it." He replied evenly before he slipped out of the tent. He stared at the announcer quietly for a moment before finally giving small nod and moving to pull open the main entrance flap. "I would suggest backing away, you have the rest of the race to watch to watch." He called to the announcer before disappearing back inside to take his spot on the weird boat-bicycle hybrid. His spot was in one of the hexagons on the big beehive structure on the back. "Flap's open, Roger."
"Excellent! Rage of Electricity!" Roger wiggled around on his platform, electricity sparked across his skin. From down below came the sound of an engine revving up. Hiroyo sighed in relief.
"Ah that's a relife! I thought for sure you guys had done something dumb like ripped it out or replaced it with something dumb!"
Roger cackled from his perch, antenna twitching as the vehicle started to move forwards. "Don't get too comfortable! You're steering!"
"That's not so ba-"
"You're also back up power if the engine stutters. It had a lot of issues so we had to jury rig it."
"..that's awful. It won't explode will it?"
"Morgan said it was 20-80 chance with our alterations! But don't worry about it! Here! We! Go~!" Roger declared as the vehicle lurched out of the tent, wildly swerving around where TobuCatmon had been to speed off to the starting line. They'd take their place next to Rinji in line with Hiroyo whining quietly over the handlebars and Roger cackling like a mad mon on his perch.
Morgan shook his head and clung to the floor of his little hexagon.
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Post by Rinji on May 13, 2017 19:30:34 GMT
He fumbled for the switch that'd wind down the windows, while Kokuwamon was silently face-palming at his efforts. With a click, it winded down far enough for him to talk to the oncoming interviewer without a sheet of glass blocking the way.
Immediately, he regretted it when the loud speaker blasted into his ears, his head sent spinning from the feedback. If this were an anime, his eyes would be plastered with spirals.
He thankfully shook out of the noise induced stupor in time to hear HustleNanimon's question. "Umm..." he stalled, looking to Kokuwamon for help. By now, however, she was ignoring him.
He was on his own. "W-well, my name is Rinji, a-and I'm a Scolomon, an insectoid digimon, if you didn't already know. I came to Hardware Den to sight-see, and watch the race..." he took a quick breath, ready to continue. It would likely be best not to mention the last minute recruitment by Tobucatmon, they probably wouldn't like that. "And I decided to join in when the other racers couldn't race! Yep, and uhh, this vehicle here is called 'Range Rover'."
At the first mention of the syllable of the word 'Range', Kokuwamon's eyes lit up. She practically leaped over him to get to the microphone. "Oh! This here's mah ride, I only let him borrow it, since he was nice 'bout it and all. It's a tahp secret vehicle designed by tha humans, o' course! Ready to rock 'n' roll over like, dirt and stuff. Basically, it's an off roader, that's what they call 'em! And, eyy, it's pretty darn good too! After I fixed 'er all up, she's been running smooth as silk and ready to start tearin' up that tarmac! I can't say much more tho', how 'bout we keep that a secret for the race?" She grinned, excited at the prospects of winning the race.
"Uhh, yep! That's all, I think?" He sweat-dropped at the mention of everyone's eyes being on him. Yeesh.
Kokuwamon then clicked on the button, rolling up the window. "Jesumon Christ, could ya have been any more awkward? I knew I should've... nevermind. Anyways, I got a plan for later, so lemme brief you once we get there, right? I dun wanna overload ya before the race, besides."
"Yeah, I guess I could've done better, sorry," he said, looking down at the pedals dejectedly. Hopefully he'd be able to score a good place for Kokuwamon, at least. She seemed so passionate.
"'Ey, Rinji-boy, looks like the other racers are here!" The other racers, seated in a strange contraption of some sorts, had indeed rolled up next to them.
"Oh, wow... that's an... interesting vehicle?" He said to her, unsure of the strange bike-hive hybrid and the poor human who'd been strapped onto the pedals. Was she even here on her own volition?
"Aww dayum, that's a strange one, I'll say! I almost feel sorry for the girl. She don't look too good, does she?" Kokuwamon noted, rather observantly in Rinji's opinion. The race hadn't even started, and she already seemed tired.
"She really doesn't, yeah," he swiftly agreed with her.
While the two were sympathising for the human like an old married couple, a small cat digimon - a drinks serving Mikemon, walked past the sidelines.
"Hey, you! Yeah, you! Get over here!" Kokuwamon yelled at him through the open window. When he came up to the car carrying his drinks, she muttered something to him and handed him a few digi-notes.
The server looked towards the other racers on their strange vehicle, cocked an eyebrow, and approached them. "The other racer in the car offered you a bottle of water, madam. Would you like it? It's half a pint. If not, I'll hand them back their money." He said in a surprisingly old, posh and uptight voice - largely unfitting for a drinks seller at a deadly race.
Kokuwamon waved at them from her car, and Rinji shrinked back in embarrassment.
It was really nice of Kokuwamon to do that.
He wish he'd thought of that.
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Post by theogrelords on Jun 11, 2017 0:32:50 GMT
"Ha! I love your attitude!" HustleNanimon said, gleaming diamond-studded teeth as he flashed a thumbs up. "Well, Wanda. You and your Mystery Machine can head right on down to the starting line as soon as you're ready. It'll 'bee' a pleasure to have you aboard. Oh, I crack myself up sometimes . . ." HustleNanimon laughed as he walked away, shaking his bulbous head.
"Human car? Woooow!" Tobucatmon said, zooming around to look at the Range Rover in closer detail. "Cool car for first time racers! Oooh, you guys are gonna do great! Can't wait to see, and neither can the fans!" Tobucatmon hopped on the hood for a brief moment, waving to the fans as their cheers intensified. "Well, gotta talk about the track now. Byeeee~!" Just as quickly as Tobucatmon showed up he vanished, leaving Rinji and Kokuwamon to formulate a strategy in peace.
The assembled racers weren't the only ones making plans today. Hiding in three conveniently-placed stacks of tires, a trio of goblin-like Digimon were currently watching as everyone pulled up to the starting line. The only indication of their presences were tiny feet poking from the bottom of each stack, shocks of red, yellow, and blue hair sticking out from the top, and cartoonish eyes visible in the shadows that each stack cast. They were totally inconspicuous.
"Alright, boys!" the red-haired tire stack said. "You see what we've got here?"
"A real racy situation?" the blue-haired stack asked.
"Rubber?" asked the yellow-haired one.
They promptly both got nudged for their puns and idiocy. "No, ya pile of morons!" the red-haired stack shouted. "We've got another one of them competitions! You know, like the days when we were actually somebody?"
"I'm still somebody. I'm me!" the blue stack said, a grubby hand poking out to point at itself.
"An important somebody. Like, bigass trophy somebodies," the red stack insisted, a green hand reaching out and jabbing a finger in the direction of HustleNanimon.
"Of course," the yellow stack said. "We battery the crap out of that ball and take the prize. A wonderful plan."
"Good idea, but no," the red stack finished. "No, what we gotta do is win it fair and square. That'll get our butts back on the map for sure! And what's the best way to win things fair and square?
That's right. Beating 'em up legally! So get your heads down and pick out a plan, 'cause the race is starting any second now."
"And we're live!" HustleNanimon shouted into his microphone,adoring fans going wild as they turned to the monitor he stood before. "The racers are ready. The engines are primed. The course is all built up. Now who here's ready for a show?"
"Ooh! Me! Me! Me!" Tobucatmon chirped, running circles around HustleNanimon.
"We know, we know," said HustleNanimon, laughing. "You're always ready. So why don't you tell everyone about the course they'll be racing through today?"
"Okay!" The monitor flickered as DEATH RACE 20X6's on-air cameramen took over, showing off . . . a perfectly straight, pleasant meadow road? "First, we've got the speed boost. Go as fast fast fast fast fast as you can here!" he said. By all accounts, it looked perfectly fine.
Then the cameraman revealed a near-60 degree drop down from the road. The pleasant meadow seemed to gradually morph into a scrapyard, with massive flamethrowers bursting from the ground and spewing arcs flame into the air for the drivers to travel beneath. "And then we get the deep, deep dive!" Tobucatmon helpfully pointed out. It stretched on like a roller coaster track, even including a loop de loop. Could cars even do that?
From the top of the loop, the rest of the track was visible. It seemed like after this initial dive it would settle into a large dome. The lap counter on the screen read "5," but would the track really remain so static? The smirk on HustleNanimon's face was a clear sign that this simple dome would have a lot of tricks inside. "Five circlies and you win!" Tobucatmon specified helpfully, tapping the lap counter with his tail.
"Now, c'mon!
3!
2!
1!
Gogogogogogogogogo!"
The race was finally on.
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Post by Hiroyo Oda on Aug 18, 2017 12:54:10 GMT
"They really bought that for me? Thanks!" Hiroyo felt a little bad as she closed her fingers on the water bottle. She was, in all honestly, making a mountain out of a molehill. The pain wasn't nearly as bad as like, an actual cramp or something! She'd meant only to make the twins feel bad for making her pedal but looked like she'd accidentally drug everyone into feeling bad.
That wouldn't do, today was suppose to be a happy day!
She uncapped the water bottle and sipped some, then poured a little more over her face (hard to do with the hat in the way but she managed!) and gave a big shake of her head and torso. She recapped the water and stuck into into the bottle holder under her seat because of course the crazy car in another world had on. Really, why would she have thought there wouldn't be one?
"Hey, are you done? They're going to be counting down any minute now!" Hiroyo ignored him for the moment, she wanted to get the mood back into the positive! She straightened quickly and hopped forward in the same moment so she was straddling the big with her hands flung dramatically into the air.
"Behold! I am revitalized! I fear the heat had sapped my strength so, many thanks for the water! Now I'll be able to compete at full strength!" She twisted torso to face the Range Rover and swept one arm across her front as she bowed low to them, coming up with a smile on her face and mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Don't think of trying to hold that gift over our heads later! There's no backing down from a challenge like this!"
"Yeah! You've sealed your defeat with our super secret weapon back on track!" He struck a pose on his pedestal, antenna twitching with excitement. He all about grandstanding, it was one of his favorite ways to attract attention after all! He leaned towards Hiroyo and whispered to her. "Hey, if you warn me ahead of time you're going to make a big scene then we can really make a ruckus. Appeal is just as important as doing well."
"Well next time I start feeling bad maybe you should pay attention!" She whispered back, her smile for the audience firmly intact.
"3!"
"Hey, maybe instead of gossiping over there you should realize that they're beginning the countdown." Morgan stated, his eyes finally moving from the monitors to his teammates. He shook his head as they scrambled into position, had they seriously just forgotten they were on a racetrack not a stage?
"2!"
1!
Gogogogogogogogogo!"
The bugmobile lurched forwards with a surprising burst of speed for such a rough looking construction! Roger cackled excitedly as he rubbed his antenna together. Hiroyo gave a startled shriek as the pedals under her spun wildly. The vehicle swerved side-to-side before finally steadying out as HIroyo took a firmer grip on the wheel.
"I can't keep up with this!"
"Hold on I've got it." Morgan crawled from one cell of the hive to another and began fiddling with an access panel in the wall. There was a puff of smoke from the hive and then the pedals slowed down significantly.
"Alright, that's good!"
"No one can stop us now! We're going good, get pedalling! We've got to pull ahead!"
"I'm shocked we didn't stall!"
"Just keep a decent pace, Hiroyo." Morgan crawled across the hive to the top and anchored himself with his legs. He closed his eyes and raised his front claws up and waved them in circles, humming a tune. Soon a buzzing could be heard as bees began to crawl from the internals of the vehicle (with Hiroyo shrieking in surprise and horror) and swarmed on the hive.
"Doing that pretty early on eh? Excellent!"
Morgan opened his eyes and pointed both claws at the Rhino then quickly scurried back down the hive. The swarm launched itself towards the competition, not stinging just swarming its eyes intermittently in an attempt to steer it into a different competitor.
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Post by Rinji on Sept 30, 2017 18:27:10 GMT
"There we go! She looks much betta, don't ya think?" Kokuwamon said to Rinji. "And hey, it ain't no problem, human! Wouldn't feel right racin' against a cripple anyways!" She shouted out the window, giggling back to Rinji.
Meanwhile, Rinji's attention had been focused elsewhere. His eyes were glued to the big screen, with images of impossible loops and flaming pits flashing by. "Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!" He knew it would be scary, but not that scary!
"Rinji! Get a'hold of yo'self! Da race is startin'!" And she was right. There was no time to quit now. The other racers were all lined up now, and the countdown had started. "What are you waiting for! Foot-leg, whatevah! On da pedal now!" She hushed at him, panicked.
"Alright, alright!" He shuffled until one of his legs rested comfortably on the accelerator.
"Gogogogogogogogogo!" Announced Tobucatmon. Now only the roaring engines and cheering crowd could be heard.
The car jolted forwards abruptly, and stopped, smacking the two into the dashboard. "Crap!" Rinji held down the pedal properly this time, and the two quickly found themselves catching up with the others, albeit still lagging behind.
"We gotta catch up, fast! What in da dark area!?" Kokuwamon yelled. Rhinomon was veering wildly, swarmed by bees. "Damn yella'jackets! It's those racers!"
"What do we do!?" Rinji was desperately trying to steer away from the Rhinomon, unable to overtake it.
"Knew we should'a used launch control..." She paused, her metal claw touching her lip. "Hee, I know.. Rinji, you just keep on drivin' like ya are now." With only a mischievous grin on her face, she reached into the back seat of the rover. "Good ol' rope, handy for anythin'!"
And arc of electricity sparked between Kokuwamon's hands, and she leapt out the window.
"Kokuwamon!" Where had she gone! Was she crazy!?
"I'm right 'ere, dumb-nut!" She hoisted herself up, and Rinji could see her head through the window. She was still attached to the car, thank goodness. "Didn't ya know I was magnetic?" Kokuwamon clambered up onto the roof, and tied the rope into a noose.
Rhinomon was still struggling with the bees. "Yee-haw!" Kokuwamon swung the rope around, looping it over the rhino's horn. "Too easy!" With the Rhinomon on a leash, she tied the other end into a noose. Now, for a victim. "They'll do." She threw the other end of the rope away at the closest racer she could reach.
"Whoever that catches onto is going ta have a very bad day." At least she hoped. Otherwise there wasn't much she could do about Rhinomon.
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Post by theogrelords on Oct 12, 2017 0:07:33 GMT
"And they're off!" HustleNanimon cheered as DEATH RACE 20X6's many racers rocketed out onto the field. He opened his mouth to start commentating on the racers' positions, but his insightful commentary was quickly swallowed up by a loud droning sound. "And . . . so are the bees?" he said, his usual candor poking through even when his statement was morphed into a question. If they were driving tiny go-karts, and therefore eligible participants of DEATH RACE 20X6, the bees would clearly be winning at this pace. However, they had no interest in winning. They only had interest in ruining The Rhino's day.
The Rhino was an interesting competitor. With a bejeweled visor and gold-plated Chrome Digizoid carapace, he could take one hell of a licking and still keep on kicking. If Hiroya's
"Bee Bee Gun!"
"Stinging Swarm!"
"The Bees!"
"Hive o' Hornets!"
-Special weapon of indeterminate name intended on stabbing it in the eyes, they would find they would be having quite the awful time at it. However, they had quite the potent alternate avenue of attack. As they clustered around The Rhino's ears, stinging with both their stingers and their buzzing, it let out loud bellows of displeasure. Clearly it was not happy with the current situation, especially when it needed its ears to navigate the field. What was once a straight, steady charge began turning unstable and slow, the Rhino stopping every few steps to furiously buck his head.
Was it any wonder, then, that Kokuwamon could easily snare that beast? The Rhino jolted in surprise as it was roped, bucking in every direction to try and dislodge the rope. Unfortunately, it was unsuccessful, and within seconds Kokuwamon had tossed the rope onto Mister Scooty. It snagged around the handlebars of the Impmon's mechanized scooter, and upon feeling the tug The Rhino let out an insulted snort as he began thrashing around, sending the Impmon spiraling all over the racetrack. That duo ended up slipping into the second and third last places, only The School lingering behind them. This is because, thus far, The School had completely failed to move.
Thanks to The Rhino's furious shaking, all the other racers found themselves having to contend with loose bees from the swarm. Sire Tentington, having the most pressure-resistant vehicle of the flying competitors, took to the skies in his dirigible to avoid the entire unpleasant process. Quixote followed closely behind, matching him in altitude but hilariously slower in speed. Nevertheless, he posed dramatically with "Excalibur" as his cardboard Grani drifted across the sky. Road Hag was not so fortunate. Her lower altitude and lack of protection meant that she was a prime target for bees, but at least her broom could hold itself aloft with magic while she focused on swatting. The Brothers Club didn't even have that luxury. They had to hold their stone age vehicle up, meaning that they were forced to drop it and swat away at the offending swarm. Even Mister Scooty and The Rhino ended up blasting past those poor cavemen.
With bees ruling the roost, only three competitors went unimpeded. The Train, the D.U.M.P. Truck, and Mr. Inevitable were protected by hard, metallic bodies. Whereas everyone else was left dealing with bees, this trio was able to push on without any trouble. The D.U.M.P. Truck began smashing into The Train's side, trying to dislodge it, while Mr. Inevitable simply hovered a respectable distance behind them. There was an all-too-confident smirk on his face as he pressed on.
From the shadows of the tire stack, Goblimon and his boys chose their time to strike. As Road Hag drifted past them they leaped out at her, Shamamon and SnowGoblimon weighing her broomstick down so that Goblimon could jump her from behind. "We'll borrow that, thank you very much!" he said, locking the Witchmon in a chokehold so that he could try and steal her ride. Already she stopped flailing. Was the first KO of the match also going to be the easiest?
It turned out her lack of flailing was less oxygen loss and more a complete and utter lack of amusement, as Road Hag bopped Goblimon on the head. He vanished in a puff of smoke, and by the time it cleared he had been transformed into a newt. Immediately his brothers started laughing, only to stop when their laughter attracted a lot of attention from the bees. They flung their hands up to swat the bees away, losing their grip on Road Hag's broom and promptly falling. Not only had they failed to eliminate an entrant, but they had just distracted the bees troubling her and given her an opening to blast right into a comfortable lead.
"Welp. That plan sucked," SnowGoblimon said as he landed with a thud. He scooped up the freshly newted Goblimon, who was currently letting out a tear of irritated squeaks. In newt language, that was probably a major insult.
"So what are we gonna be doing now?" Shamamon demanded, looking down at the track that stretched ahead.
"Run the loop?"
"That is the most dreadlyful plan I've ever heard."
"Got any better ideas?"
". . . Worth a shot."
The Ogrelords, already down one leader, put their pedal to the metal and started frantically running down the track. If it worked for the Brothers Club, it would have to work for them, right?
CURRENT STANDINGS (feel free to add your own!)
1) Road Hag 2) The Train 3) D.U.M.P. Truck 4) Mr. Inevitable 5) Sire Tentington 6) Quixote 7) The Rhino 8) Mr. Scooty (The Ogrelords) 9) The Brothers Club 10) The School
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Post by Hiroyo Oda on Nov 17, 2017 5:42:30 GMT
Hiroyo is made of flesh and blood and sweat. She knows there will be so much sweat later on, for now she's no where near her limit. Especially since the engine hasn't blown yet. If that happens she'll be in real trouble.
Being flesh and blood means being subjected to lots of awful things like adrenaline and the chemical molotov that is fear. Why fear? Because there's a giant armored rhinoceros being antagonized by bees that came from her teammates! As in, the other people on the ride with her! The thought of the mass of muscle, even if it is digital in nature, deciding to chase after them is terrifying.
Hey look, there's that sweat! It's the cold sweat of fear at the moment, but it won't take long for that to change. At least the ..'Rhinomon? Really? Way to be original digital world!' Whatever, it's behind her, out of line of site. So she doesn't see the metal insect's amazing rodeo skills. She just puts her feet on the petals like if she doesn't then her team is going to get hit with several tons of angry muscle!
The...car she's on is trailing behind the first knot of racers reach the tire pile next to Quixote, so she and the bugs get a front row seat to the Ogrelords' attempt attempt at usurping Road Hag's seat. Hiroyo shudders at the sight and is careful to steer the boat-hive mobile away from the tangle of bodies.
"The announcers didn't say anything about vehicle jackers!" There's a whine to her voice but this is a whole new level of threat in her opinion! We're talking physical harm to her body here! She wont shy away if it comes to that, but a little head's up would have been nice.
"Yeah, well they didn't announce the bees either!"
"Or whatever moves our competitors have at their disposal."
"Oh no, that's a good point! I'm kind of worried now!"
"Keep pace with the main pack. Save your strength, Roger, it would be unwise to act now."
"Aah man, I wanted to have some fun!"
--------------------------- Hachi Hachi Call - 1/2 turn cool down
Keeping pace about 6th place.
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Post by Rinji on Nov 25, 2017 0:46:46 GMT
Meanwhile, Rinji, now alone inside the car, was alternating between screaming and yelling. The first was whenever the now-crazed Rhinomon came too close, and the second was his only other way of trying to make the car go faster.
"Ya know my car doesn't run on screams?" Announced Kokuwamon, her head suddenly appearing through the window of the passenger seat. Not wasting any time for Rinji to make a come-back, she swung herself back into her seat. "Come on, fastah, fastah!"
"I'm going as fast as I can!" Yelled back Rinji, as the wind still roared past the open window. Kokuwamon quickly closed it. Maybe that would help with the drag.
And well, it seemed to be working. The duo, in their shining black Rover, were now tearing up the road. Rhinomon and his pet Imp were now almost certainly eating dust. "Get out!" The centipede growled angrily, swerving to avoid the Brothers Club and their stone-age vehicle that was now blocking the road. Was he... experiencing road rage?
Well, Kokuwamon couldn't complain! "Yeah, we're headin' up now!" She cheered happily, clamping her metal hands together at the prospect. She'd finally brought out his competitive spirit!
The Range Rover™ was now gaining on the beehive machination. Neither Rinji nor Kokuwamon were sure of exactly how fast the beehive could really move, but there was no denying it: petrol is one hell of a substance. The bugs' personal fuel guzzler was almost a beast of its own - roaring with fury as the engine worked itself to the core.
Kokuwamon was leaning forwards onto the dashboard, eager for Rinji to overtake the girl and her beehive... and the bees. Suddenly, she saw that the girl was looking at something. Two funny-coloured Goblimon and a newt? By the looks of it, Rinji had just spotted it in his mirrors. Good, he's learnt about them too now.
A funny expression creased his face, but he otherwise remained focus. He was entirely concentrated on the road, and accelerating past the beehive.
Suddenly, she heard the click of an indicator.
"Really!?" She face-palmed; how did he even know about that?
"You've got to follow traffic regulations!" He replied in a shout, still completely entranced as he began the overtaking manoeuvre. Immediately after he realised what he said, a look of shock had overcome his face. If you'd have asked him about traffic rules only 10 minutes ago, he would've been utterly clueless... where had this outburst come from?
"Whateveh, just hurry it up!" Kokuwamon urged, completely oblivious. Rinji immediately applied full pressure back to the pedal, sending even more fuel to the engines. The truck lurched forwards, sending them just ahead of Team Bee. At this point, they were approximately one car length ahead. Kokuwamon was almost tempted to throw a rude gesture for the fun of it, but as soon as she turned around to hold her arm up, Rinji had shot her a dirty look.
By Angemon, it was like he was psychic! But he also reminded her of someone she knew from a long time ago. It was a little uncanny, and perhaps that was why she was endeared to ask him to be her driver, but she just wanted to pretend that he was... Him. It just brought her a little piece of comfort.
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